Greetings, my beauties.

Second upload this weekend. >:D Mwah

Saoirse Ronan as Lucy to the side ------>

NOTE: I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE. THE PICTURE BELONGS TO ITS RIGHTFUL OWNERS.

Enjoy!

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"What movie?"

"The Maze Runner looks good," I comment, looking at the poster on the wall. I remember reading the first book a couple years ago.

"If that's what you want to see," Jackson says, putting his arm around my shoulders. I smiled and nodded.

We bought the tickets and bought a bag of popcorn and a large soda, then go into the theater to find good seats.

After we sit, he says to me, "I heard you had..a melt down the other day."

I sigh and nod. "Yeah. I did."

"Want to talk about it?"

I shrug, picking at the seat. "I guess."

"You don't have to," he said quickly but I cut him off.

"It's fine," I told him, smiling a little. "Really."

He hesitated, then nodded.

"My cousin," I start, "Jen's sister came over the other day. When she told me what she knew about Jen..I just broke down. She told me they found out who the murderer was, but was on the run. I didn't know who to go to, you were gone, Jordan was with Arch. The only person I could think of was Lucy."

He rubbed my arm, nodding. Listening. "Lucy's a great friend."

"She is," I agreed, "She's always been there for me."

He nodded, looking thoughtful. "It's funny how this all turned out."

"What do you mean?" I asked, taking a sip of the soda, glancing at the still black screen.

"You're best friends with a former Slayer, whom you've known since dipars, and now she's on your side. And to top it off you're marrying a warlock," he listed.

"I'm sure there's been worse," I teased, smiling.

"Oh yes," he chuckled. The screen began to turn on, playing previews.

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"Wake up!" A cold blast of air made my eyes snap open and I shot up on my bed, panting.

Two men and a woman were standing in front of me, dressed in black.

"Who the-"

"Quiet," the woman hissed, snapping out a gun and pointing it at me. "unless you want a bullet to your head."

I was feeling a sense of deja vu. I slowly raised my hands. "Easy."

"Get up." The man who pulled my covers off had greying hair. "Now!"

I quickly stumbled out, hands in the air.

"Be quiet and get something on." He nods to my running shorts and tank-top. "Now."

He sure did like saying now a lot.

I slowly, shakily turn to my closet.

"What the fuck are you doing?" the girl yelled, making me freeze.

I put my brave face on, trying not to let the fear uncurl in the pit of my stomach, "My clothes are in the closet."

She relaxed a little, but the gun was still pointed. "Fine. Hurry the help up."

I nod, hurry to the closet and grab a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt and sweat-shirt.

"Now go change," the man hissed, his body tense. "And don't even think about calling for your dragon, because if you do we'll kill everyone in this house."

I clench my jaw. Okay now I know these aren't normal people. I mean, besides the fact they have guns and are kidnapping me possibly, they're most likely people who are either with Livius, or are Slayers.

But I wasn't going to ask.

I shut the bathroom door, shaking. My throat tightened and I slowly breathed in and out, sweat dribbling down my face. Calm down Faye. Calm. I can't let them see me like this.

"Put your brave face on," I mutter to myself as I get dressed.

I grip the knob and pull it open. The three people were standing in the same place I had left them, the girl's eyes were narrowed.

"Are we gonna tie her up?" she asked, glancing at the man.

"No Rosanna-"

"Rosanna?" I cut him off, which was probably stupid. "Wait a minute..You're one of Lucy's sisters!"

"Correct," the man said, grabbing my arm and jerking me down on my knees. "I suppose you know who we are then?"

"I had my guesses," I replied in a low tone, not to wake my parents. "But I'm also getting new thoughts."

I felt him pull my hands to my bag and tie it with something prickly; rope I'm guessing, and tighten it hard.

I grunt and hiss, jerking away from him out of habit.

"What are these thoughts?" he asked, in a slightly amused voice, coming around to face me.

"That you are working with Livius," I growled out, glaring at him. My hands felt like they were being crushed.

He chuckled, quietly, to not wake my family.

Rosanna snorted. "We could honestly care less about the war between you Dragon Riders."

"Then why are you doing this?" I shot back at her, my glare now focused on her.

She put the gun in her holster and said, "Because of the Prophecy of course."

"Prophecy?" I stare at her.

She looked at me. "You don't know about the Prophecy that was made three hundred years ago?"

"No," I said dryly, "I apologize for not reading up on current prophecies."

Her lip curled with distaste. "Don't your Hovers learn anything?"

I shrug coolly. "Sure we do. Like how to end your miserable lives."

She shot forward, but the second man who had bulky arms and an ugly scar on his forehead stopped her. "No, Rosanna."

"One hit," she snarled, her face flushed. "That smug look-"

"What smug look?" I ask innocently. "I thought we were comparing our teaching styles?"

"You fucki-" Rosanna's nails dug into the man's arms, shaking with fury.

"Leave it, Rosanna." The man shook his head. "She can do no harm to us anyways."

"Don't be to sure." I raise an eyebrow.

"We're sure." The grey-haired man stepped forward with a needle which had a blackish-purple substance in it.

"What is that?" I ask, feeling all the color drain from my face.

The man looked bored as he flicked the needle. "Wolfsbane. The only substance able to stop the process of magic and temporarily block the link of a dragon and it's rider."

"So," I muse, "you have been researching."

"We've known this for years," he snaps, walking up to me. "Now stay still and let me do this or I'll have to do it the hard way."

I nod, sit still and sigh. He gets closer to me and leans down, I can even smell is cologne.

Just as the needle touches my arm, I lunge out and kick his legs from underneath him. The needle shot in the air as I scrambled up and ran for the door. Rosanna grabbed my arm and threw me down on my ass, and snatched the needle. She plunged it into my arm.

The second man threw a pillow over my face to keep me from screaming out, though my nose was uncovered still.

The first man came up, chuckling, "A fighter. I like that, it's honorable. But for you, I'm afraid your luck has run out."

"Go to hell."

"Nighty night."

I blacked out.

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I feel bad for the bad guys. o.o They seriously have legit no idea what they got themselves into..

Ahem. Until next time!

-Grace xx